The most beautiful thing we can experience

[Emwe Soul]

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ind//for i bakvendt-land indentind//der kan alt gå an //Emwe Soul tar det siste verset av en sang han ikke kan Oh the pain grew and grew every second he thought about it, he was going to die! He was going to die alone, where nobody knew, not even Conor! And Conor was the smartest of everyone, perhaps except daddy. Yes, if daddy was here he would save Emwe, he would bring him back to safety and food and mummy. And Conor, too! He was probably tired of being on an adventure now. You'd think so anyways, and when he came back Emwe would tell him such stories! Stories about the angry woman who took Emwe away from uncle Ly, and the other woman with all that white fur who was so bossy and all weird. And how he had found mommy, too! He was good, see, at tracking mommy. Tiny excitement trickled in over the little child as his mind spun from subject to subject. A loud growl (it sounds much louder when it's inside of you!) interrupted his thoughts, and soon he wailed again, pressing himself to the ground for comfort. Fantasy was no good when none of it came true, and he was still hungry. As he lay there, a figure with brown pelt could be seen, and coming to him, too! It was daddy! It had to be, no one else had that fur! The tiny tail, which he was sitting on (or more like halfway lying on), started wagging, and wrestled itself to freedom from his bum, but by now the pup was standing up on his chubby legs, wagging, no more wailing. There would be food now, and mummy and Conor. It would be so amazing! Really he found no words to express his glee, but soon sat down again - he wasn't feeling so good as he normally did. The pup wanted to run in circles with all his excitement, but then again he didn't really feel like it. He was feeling quite sleepy, but not. Or maybe his legs were just sleepy. Any way they didn't seem to want to dance like his mind was doing, but his tail still worked furiously with sweeping the ground behind him. The pup was too close to the ground to recognize the female as a female - and he'd had no teaching on the subject anyways. When daddy spoke, though, Emwe frowned, uncertain. That didn't sound like daddy at all. Hm.. But maybe daddy had changed a little? Emwe had been on vacation for ever and ever! Yes, no one looked like that but daddy, he was certain. Still some of that excitement had left him now, and he looked up to the person, disregarding its words, with a frown on his face. Daddy? //der er de like tøysete og rare alle mann //

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